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I mean, there really are parts of this that I enjoyed! And yet. When I left the theater?

At first I left the theater and was pretty irritated, but not completely RAGEy, but like. This movie, guys. It. The way it treated its women. Makes me want to spit nails. And the more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Get to 500 words, I told myself, and you can go post on lj about how much you hate nano (The reward for getting to 250 was sending off a frustrated tweet. I think I've finally found the secret to bribing myself successfully: make like Captain Bligh and whine your ass off).

In between that angry tweet and this entry, though, I realized something about nano. Previously, I'd compared the process to getting your teeth pulled without anesthetic, but that metaphor is entirely inapt. Doing nano is like sitting at the table for two hours on end, watching your food get cold and trying to convince yourself to finish all your godamned peas already.

(Although, in retrospect, my childhood issues with food were probably caused by my then-undiagnosed ADD and the accompanying squickiness re: texture. [Not peas, though. I'm pretty sure peas are less of a texture thing (though, truly, they have an awful texture, with the squishy inside and the dull, paperlike shell) and more of a they-taste-awful thing. I mean, honestly - who likes peas? Nobody, that's who]).

When it comes to writing, I usually have an awful work ethic. It's the last thing I get done - usually illegibly, a halfhearted mess of blotchy pen on paper when I'm trying not to fall asleep (a method I don't suggest, unless you like ink stains on your duvet). It's the chips and pop and ice cream of my life. Nano is peas and tofu and salads with no dressing on them; but the only thing you'll get with chips and pop and ice cream is diabetes, and, as as Jim Butcher put it (and far more eloquently than 'eat your flippin' peas'), you won't end up with anything if you don't sit your ass in the chair and write.

So, peas it is - for the next two months, at least. Anyway. Sorry for spamming; I really should get back to writing - I'm getting thirsty, and only 200 more words and I can get another cup of lemonade.

I'm having issues with my laptop and the family desktop, so I've not been on much, and I'm going out of town this weekend, so I probably won't be on lj much until next week. I've still got internet access on my phone, so if anyone has a pressing need to reach me, just email and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. :)

Part 1 of the Oezil!Spam I promised greenpixiehair, AKA the part in which he doesn't hug people. Yeah, there's a whole post coming of hugs and snuggles in a bit. Brace yourselves. This one is mostly him being adorable by himself.

Relevant part for lazy people: Question-asking dude: Why did you cut your hair? Is it for good luck?Nando (laughing): To be honest, I told my wife, I said- I need to look more like a father, but- everyone tells me now I look like a kid, so, it was a mistake.

You thought you got away clean after yesterday's little incident; that I was a perfect waitress and harbored no ill feelings about your son (nephew? changeling?) dropping his glass of ice water down my shirt. And on that count, you're right. Stuff happens, kids are clumsy, whatever.

But for not even waiting until I was earshot to tell your son that "Of course she's not cold, she's just a waitress!"? OHOHO, I had my sweet revenge, let me tell you. Not only did I skip the lime on your replacement glass of water, my "Have a nice day" as you were paying was just dripping with sarcasm and insincerity (on the inside), and I totes gave you the Look of Death as you walked out.

How do you like *them* apples?

Sincerely,Just A Waitress Who Is Way Too Nice To Spit In Your Drink Even If You Totally Deserve It, You Soul-Sucking Empathyless Douchenozzle Of A Customer

First things first:greenpixiehair, congrats. :). I'll never agree anyone should see Ozil cry, but Barca was by far the better team today, and y'all deserved the win. Messi was good, and bb Bojan played well for the bit he was in, from what I saw :). Oh, and Puyol was quite classy after the match, so props to your skipper.

So. I have exactly enough free money to pay for one jersey + shipping in time for el Clasico. Originally, I was planning on a Liverpool Torres jersey, but I just found out there are two Barca fanboys in the class I have on Monday mornings, so of course it's going to be Real Madrid. But which one should I get? It's either Ozil or Sami, of course, for my first one (I'm leaning towards Ozil atm, but Khedira has become a surprising dark horse of late).

I kind of want to get the home kit, because I like how it looks, plus it's, y'know, their home kit. However, I have fairly bad rosacea/acne and not very good coloring to wear white with, so I'm afraid it would make me look like a glowing ghostie with a neon pink face. And I'm kind of vain. :|.

I'm equally torn between the away and 3rd kits, honestly. Both purple and dark blue are two of my favorite colors, and I *like* the slime green. And, generally speaking, both colors normally look okay on me, so I'm not fussed either way.